I just found a dead bird in my upstairs kitchen sink, and a live one banging against the skylight trying to get out. I don't know how or when they got in, but I feel badly for the dead one I didn't go up there all weekend. I did manage to shoo the live one out the living room window though.

It really kind of shook me up. I don't like finding dead things in my house, or uninvited live ones. Finding both seems like a bad omen. Or at least, bad weather proofing, haha. I'd better make sure all outside openings are plugged up.

It's kind of ironic I'm planning to set up fake flying bats for Halloween. I'm not going to get as elaborate as my friend Steve does (see flying bat apparatus below).



I hope my battery-powered disco ball motor will do the trick. I just realized it's going to be hard to turn it on and especially off with all those bats swinging from it. Oh well, I'll figure out something.

The reason I was going upstairs today was to haul out some more items for my bulk pickup tomorrow. Unfortunately, I hit my quota, so I have to dispose of the bale of hay by another method. I decided someone else might want to use it for Halloween so I posted it on craigslist. Any takers?

Update: Too late. The fake bale of hay got scooped up for the Haight Street Halloween Hootenany this weekend. Sorry!



p.s. - I cannot believe (e:Paul) will be here in exactly one week! Unless he succumbs to this stubborn illness or his eyes pop out in-flight. Ok, now I'm freaking myself out again.